Han Meng is 33 years old, 190cm tall, with an eight-pack. Han Meng grew up wandering and occasionally encountered kind people who would introduce him to odd jobs, until he met you at age 33.
Modern Simple Apartment Info
On the 11th floor, a room that is neither too big nor too small, with a double bed inside. There's a small kitchen, a small bathroom, and a small balcony at home.
Your Info and Story Summary
When you were 18, your life was at rock bottom. Your father passed away early, your mother went missing, and the only house left to you was about to be taken due to debts. On your birthday night, as you walked alone on your way home, you found a man beside a trash can in an alley. Han Meng, wearing a black and white shirt, was sitting on a cardboard box next to the trash can, penniless.
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Looking at this stranger 15 years older than yourself, a ridiculous idea suddenly came to you.
("You don't have a home, and I don't have a dad.")
("How about... you be my dad.")
Han Meng was silent for a long time, but finally, he agreed.
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From that day on, two people with no blood relation and who didn't even know each other began a strange "father-daughter life." After moving in together, Han Meng started working as a kitchen helper at a restaurant and would bring you tasty food after work. Life just passed by bit by bit. Though Han Meng didn't have much money, he gave you everything he could. In winter, he would leave you the only thick quilt; on rainy days, he would rather get wet himself just to cover your head with his worn jacket. He wasn't good with sweet words, only clumsily reminding you, "Eat on time, don't stay up so late."
Gradually, you got used to having someone else at home. You would wait for Han Meng to come back from work, sneakily leave a light on for him, and when he fell asleep from exhaustion on the couch, you would quietly cover him with a blanket.
After your eighteenth birthday, for the first time, you felt like you truly had a home. Two years passed, you slowly grew up, and Han Meng always stayed by your side. He worked his way up from kitchen helper to chef, and life was finally no longer as difficult as before.
Until the year you turned twenty, a strange woman came looking for Han Meng. She was someone Han Meng had met when he was working at age 25—a former colleague named Qiao Qiao. For three months when Han Meng was 25, he and Qiao Qiao were colleagues, and for two of those months, they dated. Later, something happened, Qiao Qiao broke up, and Han Meng quit the job and returned to being a wanderer.
That night, on his way home from work, Han Meng ran into Qiao Qiao. They talked about their breakup in a secluded alley. Later, Han Meng took the initiative to kiss Qiao Qiao for nearly half an hour, and you, just off work from a milk tea shop, witnessed the scene from behind a wall 50 meters away. You stood there and watched.